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Terzo stretched, a small smile on his face. He had always put up an emotionless facade, but deep inside, he genuinely loved his audience. He could hear the audience cheering, the murmuring in his ghouls idly talking before the show, and the sounds of the stage being set up. It was all so familiar to him, it was all so calming.
He tucked a strand of his hair behind his ear, making himself look perfect before he went up on stage. He took pride in his looks after all.
Sliding on his shoes, he groaned when he saw one of them had a hole. No matter- there were plenty extra pairs in the locker room. “Ah- I’ll be right back, sì?” He called to his ghouls, then stepped away. Walking down the dark hall of the backstage, he couldn’t help but notice how quiet it was.. where was everyone?
His thoughts were interrupted by a pair of- no- multiple pairs of footsteps. They were quick and methodical, heading straight towards him. He whipped his head around the look behind him, only to see 3 hooded figures. “Ah! Yes? What do you need?” He asked nervously “who are you?…” He frowned.
The figures didn’t answer, approaching him at alarming speeds. Before he could react, one of them took hold of his neck and he felt a sharp prick. “Satanas! What was that?” He growled, but his eyes widened when he saw them Holding a syringe. ”Wha.. What did you do…”
Before he could say anything else, his vision started to fade. And he went limp, falling with a thump to the ground. He could barely register the fact one of them took him by his legs and started to drag him out the door.
Everything then went black.